Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1887-01-20

pfeau. MY mother USED 10 chop up
bread and put it in.
THAT was when she was short of
apples, " / remarked.
who's ruRnin' these pies?" he re-
peated. Cit me some bread, will
ve?"
] brought the bread, and he pound
ed some up and he stirred it in.
Nov, guess it's ready" and he
began to ladle 1t into his under crusts.
Amt you going to taste OF it and
see whether it's right?r says l. Your
mother used to-.
That's So" says he, "and so did
|. and want it good?'
lie smacked his lips and tasted, but
noticed he didn't smack 'em the sec
ond time.
You ought to set it on the FIRE and
cook it all together" couldn't help
saying. why, what's the matter,
Jeremiah?"
The tears was chasing each other
down his hollow cheeks, and for q
minute | was real scairt.
There seems to be a feetle too much
ginger" he said, BLOWN his nose, "but
I'll fix EN-"
Then he went to work putin in
more stuff. A cup more of cider
molasses and a cup more OF vinegar,
considerable pepper, but no salt, two
pounds OF ralsins, whole, and the con-
tents OF a bottle OF paregoric. l see
him put in. Then he went to the set
tin'-room closet and brought the bot
tie OF brandy | keep for sickness, and
put about half OF that into the mix
ture he was connecting. / looked
Mortified. indeed, for / never use it in
cooking.
doctors say mince-pies ought al
ways to hev brandy in EN- to keep EN-
from hurtin' folks" says he: al don't
begruch leetle brandy in such good
pies as these"
Then he stirred up the whole mess.
My land! There was great chunks OF
meat, and great long strings OF it.
And such looking pan ofmipce-meat
never seei
But said nothing as he went on
and filed hls pies, and proceeded to
cover 'em. The crust had got so hard
and stiff he could scarcely roll it out,
but he finally got it down not much
thicker than the under-crust. With
out cutting any air-holes he covered
the pie, taclSing in the edge where it
came over, and pulling it out where it
came short. Then his pies went into
the oven.
lie insisted on building up an awful
fire, and in a few minutes the Juice of
his pies This meat was floating around
IN an abundance of molasses and vim
egar) came running out on the floor.
Jeremiah bounded to the oven-aoor.
lie didn't look near so clipper as
when he first began his pies.
81 wish. Philura," say she, you'd
Jest see here minute. That crust
don't act we'll"
] should say mott The inside had
riz up and was runnin' over all around,
while thick, leathery-looking SUBJ
stance rose up in the middle of it,
burnt pretty near black.
who's ruunin' these pies, Jeremi-
ah?" says l. "Iou didn't stick your
two crusts together"
oval, why didn't you tell me not
to begin with them?" he yelled; not
swit me with it now"
But | went back to the settin' room
where | was sweeping, and lett him to
rastle with the pies alone.
But after awhile Hooked out. new
er see n more detected looking picture
or more depressed man. His apron
had got twisted to one side, and was
all covered with -four. Great dabs of
flour was on both sides OF his face and
his whiskers was Jest dredged. The tears
be had shed had made water courses
through dirt and flour, and his express
sion, o myi words fail me. Hewas Jest
taking pie out of the oven and set
tin it on the table. He put the pan
of mince- meat in chair to make
room for the next pie. and then he
took that out, the liquid from it
dripping all over him and the kitchen
floor. And if it wasn't queer look
ing pie, The crust had crawled up in
q roun fish heap in the middle, aud
the inside was roaming about every
where, as il seeking SOMEBODY to de-
YOUR it. My partner stood still (leav-
ing the oven-door OPEN and gazed
at them. Then he backed back
in a sorrowful kind of way,
and set right square down in his
pan of mince meat. He had had
it on the stove, and it was bill
ing hot, and he yelled according,
jumping an tearing around the room
like mad. l rushed out with some
dry pants and helped HIM on with EN-.
The first thing he did afterward was
to take them two pies and march in
to the shed. Here he deposited 'em
IN the swill- barrel. Next he went in
and took the two out of the oven and
carried them to the same appropriate
grave"
''Now," says he recklessly, "you
may finish the pi-s, Philura, and I'll
mend fence"
who's making these pies. Jeremi-
abr" | couldn't help saying.
Throw that IN my face, will yer"
he muttered, in very subdued accents,
as he went out and got his axe.
But never grudged them poor pies,
for never heard any more about the
way his mother used to do things.